Love Poems
#love
Poetry about all aspects of love, appreciation and passion. Love poems includes writing about the negative side of relationships, breakups and heartbreak.
She Made Me See What Real Loneliness Is
At first, I thought I was
okay with being alone.
But that was before I
saw her smiling and
saying "hi" to this guy.
okay with being alone.
But that was before I
saw her smiling and
saying "hi" to this guy.
#beauty
#dialogue
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#love
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Mine
I look at you
And I see comfort
I see forever and always
Every day feels so special
Makes me happy
I don't have to worry about anything
I know you will be here for me
Through anything
I have so much love for you
I love watching you grow
I love seeing your passion for your work
I love your determination and strength
I love how much you support me and my dreams
I couldn't have asked for a better person to call mine
And I see comfort
I see forever and always
Every day feels so special
Makes me happy
I don't have to worry about anything
I know you will be here for me
Through anything
I have so much love for you
I love watching you grow
I love seeing your passion for your work
I love your determination and strength
I love how much you support me and my dreams
I couldn't have asked for a better person to call mine
#love
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Today, Again, We Met
I’ve been blessed to meet,
whilst traveling the universe
on this miniscule speck of dust,
souls with whom I share
Innately empathic traits
as if we were close friends,
frequent playmates
throughout our primordial childhood
this made manifest in this brief existence
when first we speak, call each other by name
smilingly gaze into each other’s eyes
and cosmically embrace
and whisper “I have loved seeing that face…
I have been nourished by that very smile”
I’m certain before time and space
We were...
whilst traveling the universe
on this miniscule speck of dust,
souls with whom I share
Innately empathic traits
as if we were close friends,
frequent playmates
throughout our primordial childhood
this made manifest in this brief existence
when first we speak, call each other by name
smilingly gaze into each other’s eyes
and cosmically embrace
and whisper “I have loved seeing that face…
I have been nourished by that very smile”
I’m certain before time and space
We were...
#friendship
#love
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The taste of a good friend
This poem is written by my friend, Worldofesin.
You're the beautiful poppyflower that sits in a corner of the big city streets in Tirana.
You are the last sailing ship on the ocean thats lights shine after the sunset.
You are my little hedgehog, i used to give a bowl of milk, every night before sleeping.
Kamela, you are sunray of the swiss mountains. I will never forget your generous blow of the clouds through the snowy mountain peaks.
You're the beautiful poppyflower that sits in a corner of the big city streets in Tirana.
You are the last sailing ship on the ocean thats lights shine after the sunset.
You are my little hedgehog, i used to give a bowl of milk, every night before sleeping.
Kamela, you are sunray of the swiss mountains. I will never forget your generous blow of the clouds through the snowy mountain peaks.
#love
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Curtain Call
As the lights grow dim
And the curtain comes down
We are vagabond wordsmiths
Looking for somewhere to lay our words
Just by serendipity I stumbled upon a magic place
It felt like Home where we could express freely
Our hidden fears and desires and all in between
A place to be nurtured by like souls completely
It felt like paradise on earth to me
But even the best things go away sadly
I feel like I lost a crucial part of me
And the curtain comes down
We are vagabond wordsmiths
Looking for somewhere to lay our words
Just by serendipity I stumbled upon a magic place
It felt like Home where we could express freely
Our hidden fears and desires and all in between
A place to be nurtured by like souls completely
It felt like paradise on earth to me
But even the best things go away sadly
I feel like I lost a crucial part of me
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#grief
#love
#respect
#sadness
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Whirling Dervishes
like whirling dervishes are stars;
pirouetting on their axis-
spin, spin, spinning
in a meditative momentum.
zooming in...zooming out-
breathing luminous plasma.
fusing...exploding-
a continuum of endless beginning.
swirling...spiraling
ever in the celestial realm
to the divine music
of the colossal cosmos.
emerged from the void
these self-sustaining entities
held by their own gravity,
constructing...destructing
themselves
as they dance
in trance ...
pirouetting on their axis-
spin, spin, spinning
in a meditative momentum.
zooming in...zooming out-
breathing luminous plasma.
fusing...exploding-
a continuum of endless beginning.
swirling...spiraling
ever in the celestial realm
to the divine music
of the colossal cosmos.
emerged from the void
these self-sustaining entities
held by their own gravity,
constructing...destructing
themselves
as they dance
in trance ...
#spiritual
#stars
#love
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~some drenchy-eroding in nostalgic mega- episodes.. as sunday mini-bytes
1. The Red Hibiscus
you are strikingly pretty & a thoughtfully
hybridized as like a master-creator
Brahma‘s best work.. & yes,
you smile as a mammoth rafflesia
with the same bloody hue.. but yes
hurries to add.. no, none of its rotten
hungering fleshy stink of that bloody
predaceous forest flower.. that
you have innate..
all you adorn.. are
the uniquely bejewelled
a huge single ruby red
stone.. in firing yellowy
streaking tints.. of a million
bulbous pollens.. that ...
you are strikingly pretty & a thoughtfully
hybridized as like a master-creator
Brahma‘s best work.. & yes,
you smile as a mammoth rafflesia
with the same bloody hue.. but yes
hurries to add.. no, none of its rotten
hungering fleshy stink of that bloody
predaceous forest flower.. that
you have innate..
all you adorn.. are
the uniquely bejewelled
a huge single ruby red
stone.. in firing yellowy
streaking tints.. of a million
bulbous pollens.. that ...
#apocalypse
#love
#nature
#nostalgia
#spiritual
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Sensational Saturday Afternoon
It’s been months
since last I paid a visit
It was good to see
she hadn't changed
I, on the other hand,
after months of cloistering
had allowed my hair
to range free and grow Einstein bushy
not making me look the genius
but rather deranged
I quipped I was there
to shed my winter coat
she laughed politely
while covering my clothes
with a long black cloak
shaver on, scissors at the ready
she mowed, clipped, cut, and snipped
all the while conversing
we spoke of juvenile literature
the scents reminding...
since last I paid a visit
It was good to see
she hadn't changed
I, on the other hand,
after months of cloistering
had allowed my hair
to range free and grow Einstein bushy
not making me look the genius
but rather deranged
I quipped I was there
to shed my winter coat
she laughed politely
while covering my clothes
with a long black cloak
shaver on, scissors at the ready
she mowed, clipped, cut, and snipped
all the while conversing
we spoke of juvenile literature
the scents reminding...
#dialogue
#friendship
#happiness #love
#happiness #love
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This (Redux)
Some things aren’t deep
They’re enveloping in their freedom
*
This heaven felt
This real
I don't know...
I too often lose my way until
The braying of a thousand worlds become
As distant wind chimes in my mind
In your arms the pain and toil
The doubt of reckoned day
They melt
They fade away and I can breathe
Remember what it is to feel
To be
The importance of who I am
Measured only in your eyes
And heal
They’re enveloping in their freedom
*
This heaven felt
This real
I don't know...
I too often lose my way until
The braying of a thousand worlds become
As distant wind chimes in my mind
In your arms the pain and toil
The doubt of reckoned day
They melt
They fade away and I can breathe
Remember what it is to feel
To be
The importance of who I am
Measured only in your eyes
And heal
#love
#peace
#SelfReflection
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Picking up seashells
Now I am taking a walk along the shore;
I can see the blue sky and the sun
Painting a golden haze over the water;
I can smell the fresh air;
It is always different when you smell along the shore;
The sand is smooth and I can sense it
Cuddling my feet;
There is a Tip Toe – Sand Affair
As I walk and leave footprints behind me;
I see a seashell;
I bend and pick it up;
It is white with some creamy lines;
I enjoy its smooth surface,
In the tip of my finger;
I am taking it with me today;
In fact I am here just for them; ...
I can see the blue sky and the sun
Painting a golden haze over the water;
I can smell the fresh air;
It is always different when you smell along the shore;
The sand is smooth and I can sense it
Cuddling my feet;
There is a Tip Toe – Sand Affair
As I walk and leave footprints behind me;
I see a seashell;
I bend and pick it up;
It is white with some creamy lines;
I enjoy its smooth surface,
In the tip of my finger;
I am taking it with me today;
In fact I am here just for them; ...
#love
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It's never good bye
As long as there is life, there is death ☠️ that will follow with silent whispers, of tears ruining down people's faces saying their last good byes. For it's true it's so hard to say goodbye 🫂 to those who, have touched so many lives in so many ways, on different levels of love and support and encouragement. But yet it's a natural thing that happens in life, for sure it's necessary to truly understand that they have gone, to a better place. FOR sure they will never be forgotten, as they will always be loved 😍 in our hearts and minds. For sure death is not what we,...
#admiration
#hope
#kindness
#love
#strength
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a harp upon my madness
The bedlam on me, I weep notes of despair
They were broken pieces of my sacredness
thrumming the harp upon my soul of madness
My heart strings out of tune with the other beings
sang a melody of melancholy and insanity
visions blur, and I ache with regret
building my delusions one by one
climbing the music into the heavens
refusing to descend
A choir of angels joins me
And my heart they did defend
my weathered sadness their hearts rend
with tearful maladies and much chagrin
My thoughts found their way home...
They were broken pieces of my sacredness
thrumming the harp upon my soul of madness
My heart strings out of tune with the other beings
sang a melody of melancholy and insanity
visions blur, and I ache with regret
building my delusions one by one
climbing the music into the heavens
refusing to descend
A choir of angels joins me
And my heart they did defend
my weathered sadness their hearts rend
with tearful maladies and much chagrin
My thoughts found their way home...
#love
#MentalHealth
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